Jeff thought a second. “Is weirwed, wike you say. Diffwent. Intwestin’.”
“Fought you mite wike dis considwin’ wah you dun wi’ Jaymee.”
“Made her olda, nah yunga.”
She caressed his baby cheek with a toddler finger. “You no wike bein’ yunga. You so cute.”
“Buh’,” Jeff protested. There were a lot of inconvenient things about this body. One thing in particular that the two of them liked doing together would be impossible. “We canna… you know?”
“Wha?”
“…make wuv. We too yung.”
She smiled and teased his crotch. “Worweed dat yowr wee wee iz too widdle?”
He rolled away from her, frustrated. “Cuddit owt.”
“Is widdle Jeffee angwy dat his pee pee doan’ wowrk?”
“Shaddup!” he said. He felt himself pouting now. He didn’t like being this little, and he certainly didn’t like her making fun of him when he felt so helpless and impotent. He sat and crossed his arms across his chest.
Tricia crawled over to the edge of the couch and reached for the emitter from the coffee table. She placed it on the couch next to him. “Hewre,” she said.
He gave her an angry scolding look and picked up the emitter. But, when he tried to use it, a warning popped up saying that the emitter was password protected. “Passwurd?”
“Yup,” she said and smiled a mischievous grin. “Only I know da code.”
“Why?” He was shocked. He had trusted her and now she’d trapped him as some teenaged, half-baby, half-toddler freak.
“I wanna teach you wha’ it feewls wike to be chang-ged by someone agains’ yowr wiwl an’ not be abewl to change back.”
“Wha? Why?”
“Yowr sistuh. Dat was mean wut you did. Unfaiwr,” she said. Now she was scolding. “You an’ I gonna be widdle bay-bees for one week. I set da timmuh for sevun days.”
A week, like this? Jeff was shocked. How could he survive a week of high school like this?
“Teach you to be nice to yowr sistuh from now on.”
Jeff knew she had a point. It wasn’t fair what he did to Jamie. That was true, but this kind of punishment was unnecessary. “Pweese? I’m sowwy?”
“Nope, weur gonna be bay-bees dis week. One uh my fan-tuh-sees anyway.”
“An’ Jamie?”
“We needuh milk, and she can remine’ you wha’ you dun. She tuwrn back wayduh too.”
“No,” was all he could think to say.
“Ya,” she replied. End of argument.
Tricia slid off the couch. She came back a minute later pulling a backpack with wheels on it. She stopped, stood it up, and said, “Time to stuh-dee!”